This week the Obama Whitehouse racked up a million followers on twitter. They announced it with this tweet, “A million followers – nice. What would you like to see more of from this feed? Photos? Quotes? Cowbell? Tell us @whitehouse”
In the spirit of full disclosure McCain achieved is millionth follower about six weeks ago, but there was no mention of cowbell.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Friday, July 31, 2009
We made it!
Ginger comes home tonight! So, barring any catastrophes in the next 6 hours, Jack and I will have survived our boys only week. Of course, now I'll have to start bathing again.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Gastronomic Bliss
I have just discovered the greatest culinary creation ever fashioned by mankind: Curry Jerky! That’s right, the simple goodness of beef jerky of western myth and legend flavored with the eastern magical all powerful, all dish improving elixir, curry. The former title holder of the coveted top spot in my pantheon of all things consumable will surely struggle with the demotion, so if you see dear curry-wurst in your travels please remind it that we had good times. Nothing can take away those memories.
If googled, there are numerous recipes for this glorious substance, but the only one I need is:
1. Go to Central Market.
2. Buy curry jerky.
3. Repeat as necessary.
If googled, there are numerous recipes for this glorious substance, but the only one I need is:
1. Go to Central Market.
2. Buy curry jerky.
3. Repeat as necessary.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
I Shot a Man in Weeno...
Before my last post got me too bummed out about the universe, I found this.
But don't let the bad haircut and cute enunciation fool you.
This kid can make a shiv out of crayons.
But don't let the bad haircut and cute enunciation fool you.
This kid can make a shiv out of crayons.
I Have to Get Out of This State Country
As many of you may know, Ginger is in the mountains of New Mexico this week at a cool teacher training, doing cool teacher stuff. (Some of which involves an open bar and/or a road trip to Santa Fe. You're right - she does suck.) So this week I get to play single parent. All you full time single parents out there, you go straight to heaven. You’ve earned it. You could kill a man with an dull rusty axe, or beat a puppy, and you’d still make the list. OK maybe not the puppy, but the axe thing for sure. So I am expending a lot of effort this week trying to keep Jack entertained. Today part of that endeavour took us to Bed Bath and Beyond. Don’t hate, who doesn't love gadgets - and I had a coupon.
In the checkout line the white-haired man behind us started to chat. “Cute Baby”, “How old is he?” “Is he your only kid?” etc. Aren’t babies and dogs supposed to be chick magnets? Where are all the hotties? Maybe tomorrow Jack and I will go to Ulta. But I digress. When we finally made it to the parking lot, away from anyone else, the guy feels the need to tell me, “It’s so good to see Arians having children.” WTF! Clearly my hair is not long enough. If it were longer, this guy would tag me as a "damn hippie" and stay away. All I managed to say was “What?” To which he replied, “You know, all the minorities have so many kids.” You know how you always think of the perfect thing to say after it’s too late? Now in retrospect I recognize that I should have said, “My other six babies are half black and we’re all Muslim.” Or just a simple eloquent “Fuck off you arrogant prick!”
At the time, all I came up with was “He’s no better just because he’s white.”
“Sure he is,” he answered, “What’s your last name? Are you Norwegian? Dutch?”
“What difference does it make?”
“I was in the store the other day and bought $1000 worth of medicine and the Hispanics in front of me got theirs for free. Do you think that’s fair?” he asked.
I said, “It wasn’t free because they were Hispanic. There’s no discount for skin tone.” (Looking back, I’m pretty proud of coming up with that one in the moment.)
“Obviously they were poor,” he countered, “Or there was something else wrong with them.” Something wrong! Poverty is not a defect or a fucking crime! But before I could say anything else he offered, “I’m obviously an ultra conservative Republican.” No shit. I just shook my head as he walked away. Then rushed home to wash the hate-slime off my kid before it had a chance to dry. Hope all the red-staters out there are proud of their representative. Sadly, too many are. Sieg Heil!
In the checkout line the white-haired man behind us started to chat. “Cute Baby”, “How old is he?” “Is he your only kid?” etc. Aren’t babies and dogs supposed to be chick magnets? Where are all the hotties? Maybe tomorrow Jack and I will go to Ulta. But I digress. When we finally made it to the parking lot, away from anyone else, the guy feels the need to tell me, “It’s so good to see Arians having children.” WTF! Clearly my hair is not long enough. If it were longer, this guy would tag me as a "damn hippie" and stay away. All I managed to say was “What?” To which he replied, “You know, all the minorities have so many kids.” You know how you always think of the perfect thing to say after it’s too late? Now in retrospect I recognize that I should have said, “My other six babies are half black and we’re all Muslim.” Or just a simple eloquent “Fuck off you arrogant prick!”
At the time, all I came up with was “He’s no better just because he’s white.”
“Sure he is,” he answered, “What’s your last name? Are you Norwegian? Dutch?”
“What difference does it make?”
“I was in the store the other day and bought $1000 worth of medicine and the Hispanics in front of me got theirs for free. Do you think that’s fair?” he asked.
I said, “It wasn’t free because they were Hispanic. There’s no discount for skin tone.” (Looking back, I’m pretty proud of coming up with that one in the moment.)
“Obviously they were poor,” he countered, “Or there was something else wrong with them.” Something wrong! Poverty is not a defect or a fucking crime! But before I could say anything else he offered, “I’m obviously an ultra conservative Republican.” No shit. I just shook my head as he walked away. Then rushed home to wash the hate-slime off my kid before it had a chance to dry. Hope all the red-staters out there are proud of their representative. Sadly, too many are. Sieg Heil!
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